The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets. — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
Regarding R. H. Blyth: Blyth is sometimes perilous, naturally, since he's a high-handed old poem himself, but he's also sublime - and who goes… — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
Or, to express this in another way, suggested to me by Professor Suzuki, in connection with seeing into our own nature, poetry is the… — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness,… — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
It is not merely the brevity by which the haiku isolates a particular group of phenomena from all the rest; nor its suggestiveness, through which it reveals a whole world of experience. It is not only in its remarkable use of the season word, by which it gives us a feeling of a quarter of the year; nor its faint… — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share
A haiku is the expression of a temporary enlightenment, in which we see into the life of things. — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
There is nothing intrinsically more beautiful or poetical about the moon than about a dunghill; if anything, the contrary, for the latter is full… — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
We that change, hate change. And we that pass, love what abides. Ashes, darkness, dust. — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
I myself think that to have a cat is more important than to have a Bible. — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku… — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
The importance and unimportance of the self cannot be exaggerated. — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
There is a Hindu myth about the Self or God of the universe who sees life as (play). But since the Self is what… — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
